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TRJUTH 


SONGS    OF   TRUTH 


BY 

CLARA    ELIZABETH    CHOATE 

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AUTHOR  OF  MODERN  SCIENCE  OF  BODY 


SECOND    EDITION 


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COPYRIGHT,  1894, 
BY  CLARA  E.  CHOATE. 


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PAGE 

MY  PEARLS 7 

FOREVER      9 

LIFE'S  \VORK ' ii 

MY  APPEAI 15 

LOVE 19 

RETROSPECTION 23 

SPEAK  THE  WORD  ONLY 27 

BENEFICENCE 31 

MY  PETITION 35 

DOWN  BY  THE  SEA 39 

LIGHT 43 

TRUTH 45 

MY  MESSAGE 47 

CONSOLATION 51 

WORK 55 

RECOGNITION 57 

THE  HEART 61 

TRUST 65 

NATURE'S  SONG  AND  STORY 69 

AN  ANSWER 71 

LOVE'S  WILI 75 

A  MEMORY 77 

A  STRAY  THOUGHT §3 


Jttu 


THESE  are  my  pearls, 

Gathered  on  the  highway 

Of  life's  immortal  thought  ; 

Precious  jewels  in  the  pathway, 

Like  angel  message  brought. 
These  are  my   pearls. 


jForrbrr 


LOVE  is  the  grandest  truth  of  life, 

Forever,   oh,  forever. 
Love  toils  for  duty  without   strife, 

And  wearies  never,  never. 
Love  is  the  sunshine  for  all  tears, 
Love  is   the   strength  o'er  all  the  fears, 
Love  is  the  goal  of  all  the  years, 

Forever,   oh,  forever. 

Love  is  the  harmony  of  the  soul, 

Forever,   oh,   forever. 
Love  is  the  great  and  wondrous  whole, 

And  changes  never,   never. 
Love  is  the  heaven  earth  will  find, 
Love  is  the  spirit  of  mankind, 
Love  is  the  triumph  truth  will  bind, 

Forever,  yes,  forever. 


UttVs  Bffiorfc 


IT  matters   not   so  very  much 

Where  the  great   work  of  life  begins, 

If  only  love  shall  lead  the  way, 

Since  love's  grand  law  forever  wins. 

To  follow  up  the  high  desire, 

Nor  falter  by  the  wayside  lone, 
For  truth's  conviction  guides  aright, 

Divinest  gift  true  souls  must  own. 

The  falsities  of  earthly  hopes 

May  ever  tempt  and  plead  their  claim, 
But  steadfast   purpose  disinthralls, 

And  faith's  pure  light  makes  all  things  plain. 

Truth's  royalty  will  clothe  with  power 

The  soul's  sublime  ideal ; 
Earth  will  defend  and  heaven  will  guard 

Love's  mightiest  guest,  the  real. 


Firm  trust  and  patience  oft  renew 

Their  vigil  watch  for  truth  and   right  ; 

That  life's  immortal  work  may  move 
In  love's  full  measure  of  God's  light. 

True  love  must  underlie  all  work, 
Must  override  all  doubt  and  fear  ; 

Life's   inspiration  must   be  truth, 

Life's  conquest  gained  when  love  is  near. 


COME  listen  to  the  words  of  Christ, 
Whose  truth  is  peace  and   health, 

Unfold  thy  heart  to  things  divine, 
Whose  gifts  are  greatest  wealth. 

Bow  down  thine  ear  to  love's  sweet  strain, 
Sung  through  the  life  of  Him 

Whose  glory   shines  in  lifting  up 
From  sickness,  weakness,  sin. 

No  thought   He  gave  to  humankind 

But  thrills  the  world  to-day  ; 
Love's  law  the  heavens  must  emulate. 

Love's  law  man  must  obey. 


For  thee  His  blessings  freely  wait, 
His  faith,   His  truth,   His  might ; 

So  lay  aside  earth's  doubts  and  fears, 
Receive  His  wondrous  light. 

No  measure  unto  thee  is  given  ; 

Seek  though  thy  strength  is  tried ; 
Make  Christ  thine  own,  thyself  a  Christ, 

Then  shalt  thou  be  satisfied. 


ILobr 


LIVING  in  the  sunlight  forever 
Of  love,   is  the  crowning  of  life  ; 

'Tis  the  hope  human  hearts  sweetly  cherish 
Mid  the  seeming  of  weakness  and  strife. 

And  the  fulness  of  love's  joyful  birthright 
Beams  clear  on  the  vision  of  man, 

Revealing  the  highest  conception 
Of  spirit,  and  God's  wondrous  plan. 

For  goodness  chases  the  shadows 
Called  sickness  and  sorrow  and  sin, 

Beyond  the  hills  of  earth's  morning, 
Till  love's  glory  and  splendor  shine  in. 


Transforming  the  earth  into  heaven, 
Translating  the  human  and  weak, 

Till  love  alone  is  the  living, 

And  love  only  the  words  men  speak. 

For  love  is  the  soul  and  redeemer, 

And  love  is  the  Christ  men  must  find  ; 

And  love,   pure  love,   is  the  saviour, 
Life's  helper,  and  health  of  mankind. 


EctrosprctiDit 


WHAT  would   I   have, 

Of  all   that   could'  be  given, 
To  make   my  life  more   sweet, 

A  truer  song  from   heaven, 

If  fortune,   friends,   and  fame 
Were  easy  prey  to  win, 

And   every  joy  of  earth 
Like  magic  could  float  in  ? 

What   would    I   seek, 

More   eager  to  possess, 
Than   poet's  genius  of  the   soul, 

True  touch   of  holiness  ? 

What  would   I   know 

Of  life,   humane,   divine, 

E'en  though  the  mystery  of  death 
Dissolved   by  thought  of   mine  ? 


'Tis   surely   this, 

The   truth,   the   life,  the   way, 
That   perfect   spirit   of  the   Christ, 

Whose  light   makes   endless  clay. 

His  power  sublime 

To   comfort,   heal,   and  bless, 
My  own   must   be,   if  work 

Will   bring   such  worthiness. 

This   Christ-like  love, 

My   own,   thy   own,    can   be, 

'Tis   life's   immortal   hope, 
And   crowns   eternity. 


Sprafc  &f)C  aHorlr  ©nig 


SPEAK  the  word  only,   its  presence  is  health, 
Unto  all  people,   'tis  life,   love,  and  wealth ; 

Breathe  it  so  grandly,   other  voices  are  still, 
Silenced  is  evil,  the  word  is   God's  will. 

Speak  the  word  only,   speak  without  fear, 

Till    the   dumb  too   shall   speak,   and   the  deaf   they 
shall  hear  ; 

Speak  it  so  plainly,  the  lame  leap  for  joy, 

That  the  bondage  of  sin  its  truths   may  destroy. 

Speak  the  word  only,  in  magic  or  rhyme, 
Simple  its  language,   its  tone  is  sublime ; 

For  the  word  is  God's  truth,  its  balm,  and  its  might, 
Is  the  healing  of  nations,  the  triumph  of  right. 


Speak  the  word  only,  with   spirit  and  power 

Of  the  soul's  deep  conviction,   born  of  the  hour 

When  the  light  of  the  word  fills  the    heart  with    the 

love 
Of  manhood's  divinity,   the   Christ  from  above. 

Speak  the  word  only,   till  all  night   is  done, 
Till  day  shines  forever,  heaven's  glory  is  won, 

And  all  nations   in   truth  and  in   spirit   shall  see 

Man's  oneness  with  God,  the  word  that  makes  free. 


Bcncficrncc 


ONLY  a  word  so  kindly  given, 

What  then  ? 
Only  a  look  this  side  of  heaven, 

Just  when 
The  heart  with  lingering  sigh 

And  tear, 
Entering  that  city  strange, 

Did  hear 

A  voice  so  strongly  sweet, 
In  tones  of  love  complete, 
And  words  so  fitly  meet 

With  sympathy. 

Only  a  touch  of  tender  hands 

So  true, 
Only  a  graceful  smile  in  lands 

So  new  ; 
There  in  the  far-off  scene 

Of  light, 


Filling  the  day  most  sweet 

And  bright, 
A  face  did  so  impress, 
Its  kindliness  did  so'  caress, 
Nor  time  nor  distance  can  repress 

Love's  memory. 

Trifles  only  on  the  highway 

So  great, 
Seeming  incidentals  in  the  by-play 

Of  fate  ; 
Dream  was  never  known  more  fair 

Nor  sure, 
Never  was  kindness  seen  more  rare 

Or  pure, 

Never  could  soul  more  richly  feed 
With  measure  full  of  heaven's  meed, 
Or  give  more  love  for  human  need : 

Love  is  divine. 


JHg  petition 


LIFT  me  up,   O  heavenly  Father, 
Till   I  feel  thy  strength  sublime  ; 

Let  thy  spirit  be  my  spirit, 

Let  me  have  no  will  but  Thine. 

Bring  into  my  life,   O   Father, 
Just   the  music  of  thy  soul  ; 

May  the  radiance  of  thy  power 
All  my  words  and  deeds  control. 

Wake  within  my  heart,   O  Giver 
Of  divinest  good  and  gain, 

A  response  forever  quickening 
Into  action  love's  refrain. 

Open  wide  of  thy  hid  treasure, 
Priceless  more  than  pearl  of  sea; 

Meet  my  earnest,  soulful  longing 
For  thy  truth,  —  earth's  mystery. 


Fill  my  soul  with  revelation 

Yet  awaiting  humankind, 
Teach  me  of  thy  boundless  loving, 

How  the  Christ  all  men  may  find. 

Breathe  through  me  thine  own  perfection, 
Till  my  heart  no  more  shall  see 

Aught  but  thy  divine  expressing 
Of  love's  grand  eternity. 


Bofon  iw  the  Sea 


THAT  was  a  beautiful  day,  O  friend, 

Down  by  the  sea, 
When  the  wind's  whispering  brought  love  in  its  trend 

For  you  and  me. 
Then  my  heart  rose  from   its  sorrow  and  woes, 

Blessing  the  day, 
That  its  sunlight  had  given  a  foretaste  of  heaven 

On  earth's  highway. 

That  was  a  glorious  night,   O  love, 

And  stars  looked  down, 
While  a  sweetness  reigned  with  the  silence  above, 

Like  the  hills'   dark  frown. 
And  with  faltering  sigh  life's  pleasures  go  by  — 

A  farewell  is   said. 
For  shadows  will  come,   and   souls  must  grow  dumb 

When  love's  light  has  fled. 


But  a  morning  will  come  so  fair,  my  own, 

When  we  shall  meet, 
Heaven's  portal  be  gained,  the  darkness  o'erthrown, 

Joy  at  our  feet. 
While  the  splendor  of  love  will  shine  from  above 

In  gladness  free, 
Filling  day  and  the  night  with  love's  morning  bright, 

Down  by  the  sea. 


iigftt 


OH,  the   Light  !   Immortal  radiance, 
Flung  across  life's   stormy  wave, 

Burdened  souls  will  feel  thy  cadence, 
Hearts  distressed  thy  love  will  save. 

Oh,  the   Light !   Divine  forever, 
Blessings  rich  thy  ways  unfold  ; 

Grandest  hope  of  man  has  never 
Compassed  all  thy  truth  untold. 

Oh,  the  Light  !  Thy  brightness  beaming 
Rescues  man  from  every  fear  ; 

Gone  the  shadows  and  the  seeming  ; 
Light  of  day  comes  full  and  clear. 

Oh,  the   Light  !   Supreme,   eternal, 
Waking  human  hearts  to  see 

Thine  own  goodness  reigns  supernal ; 
Changeless  bonds  link  them  to  Thee. 


Strut!) 


OUT  of  a  golden  silence 

Comes  ever  a  voice  of  love, 

Bringing  us  thoughts  of  heaven 
And  the  angel  life  above. 

And  the  tones   so  full  of  sweetness, 
Make  memory   still   more   dear, 

Picturing  forms  and  faces 

Of  the  lost   who  yet  are  near. 

For  death  is  only  a  curtain 

Hiding  our  loved  ones  from   sight, 
Which  truth   and  science  will   open, 

Revealing   God's  way  as   right. 

And  right   is  forever   spirit, 
The  life  of  love  bestowed, 

Is  the  music  sweet   of  angels, 
The  sunshine  of  man's  abode. 


fttg  Jttcssagc 


O  CHILDREN  of  earth,   God  is  speaking 
In  the  music  of  love's  power  divine, 

His  spirit,  the  eternal  unfolding, 

Chant's  the  measure  of  life's  song  sublime. 

To  the  hungry,  oppressed,  and  faint-hearted 
His  truth  he  pours  out  full  and  free  ; 

His   bounty  and  mercy  are  endless 

As  the  white  sands  tossed  back  by  the  sea. 

Neither  wish,  tear,   nor   sigh  is  unnoticed ; 

O  children  of  earth,   do  you   hear  ? 
Not   a  pulse-beat   of  joy  or   of  anguish, 

But   finds   answer   when   love  is   so  near. 

O  hearts,   bowed  down  and   so  wearied! 

O   eyes,   oft   filled  with  sad  tears, 
And   with   longings  forever  unuttered ! 

O   souls,   burdened   ever  with  fears ! 


O  dreamers   of  pain   and   of  pleasures  ! 

O   champions   of   right   over  wrong ! 
Love's  law   is  ever  the  conqueror, 

Love's   music   the   only  true  song. 

Listen  then   in   the   stillness   of   spirit, 
All   good   is   thine   own,   truth  will   say  ; 

Its  love-tone  thy  life   will   enrapture, 
Till  the  shadows   of  earth  fade  away. 

Rejoice,   be  glad,   in   the  freedom   of  truth  ! 

Rise,   live,   in   the   strength   of   God's  will ! 
The   might   of  the   Christ   is  ever  thine  own, 

Every  need  of  thy   soul   Christ   can   fill. 


Consolation 


A  HUSH  is  over  the  house, 

And  a  silence  reigns  supreme, 

For  the  presence  of  one  beloved 
Is  gone  like  a  bright  day  dream. 

To  join  the  great  forever 

Is  the  joyous  soul  now  flown, 

Into  the  realm  of  eternal  life, 
Where  spirit  shall  know  its  own. 

Vacant  the  place,  no  greeting 

For  the  loved  ones  left  in  sorrow  ; 

Narrower  grows  the  circle  here, 

Less  planning  for  earth's  to-morrow. 

Hearts  wrung  with  anguish  still  bless 
The  dear  one  whose  earth-work  is  done. 

Ah  !  life  seems  of  sadness  so  full, 
So  rough  seems  the  pathway  to  run. 


And  yet  above  all  there  is  comfort, 
Christ  leading  revealeth  the  way, 

True  faith  illumines  the  darkness, 

And  God's  love  turns  night  into  day. 

Lo  !  the  silence  of  death  seems  the  counting 
Twixt  the  measure  of  life's  grand  whole. 

Life  is   God  —  his  song,   man  immortal ; 
Each  note  is  a  deathless  soul. 


BHorfe 


OH,   the  glory  of  occupation  ! 

Oh,  the  blessing  of  work  well  done  ! 
Honest  toil  is  the  pride  of  creation, 

There  is  nothing  nobler  under  the  sun. 

Grimy  faces,   with   souls  pure  and  holy, 

Hard,   rough  hands,   with  a  purpose  strong, 

Shoulders  bent,   bearing  earth's  burden  lowly 
Fitting  theme  for  heaven's  own  song. 

Not  more  sweet  is  love  than  labor, 
Not  more  true  is  its  mission  grand, 

Worth  enthrones,   and  with  heaven's  favor 
Crowned  is  work ;  it  is   God's  command. 

Oh,  the  glory  of  occupation  ! 

Oh,  the  blessing  of  work  well  done  ! 
Honest  toil  is  the  pride  of  creation, 

There  is  nothing  nobler  under  the  sun. 


Recognition 


I   WALK  no  more  alone, 

Unseen  my   God  is  near  ; 
Divinely  sweet,  this    love  unknown, 

Trust  is  sublime,   faith  knows  no  fear. 

I  walk  no  more  alone, 

Thy  light  dawns  full  and  free, 
The  soul's  deep  echoes  nearer  home 

Wake  fullest  consciousness  of  thee. 

I  walk  no  more  alone, 

Thou  art  forever  here 
With  me,  whose  life  no  more  can  roam  - 

Love's  true  content  can  bring  no  tear. 


I   walk  no  more  alone, 

The  head,  the  heart,  the  feet, 
Touched  by  the  spirit's  finest  tone, 

Move  to  thy  measure,  full,  complete. 

\ 
I  walk  no  more  alone, 

The  whole  of  love  is  mine  ; 
No  power  of  earth  from  dust  to  throne 
Can  separate  my  life  from  Thine. 


ffifjc  Jicart 


DEEP  clown  against  my  heart 

So  many  lean,   so  many, 
Scarce  can   I  think  how  to  impart 

The  needed  strength  to  any. 

Yet   still  a  faith  comes  ever  near, 
I   shall   be  more  than  ready 

To  ease  their  burdens,   lessen  fear, 
While  love  will  hold  me  steady. 

Our  hearts  are  greater  than  we  know, 

And  love  is  never  ending, 
As  truth,   eternal  truth,  must   show, 

'Tis  life's  great  glory  sending. 


And  hearts  grow  really  strong, 

By  calls  to  highest  duty, 
Their  work  can  weave  no  wrong, 

When   filled  with  love's  own  beauty. 

For  hearts  in  purest  light 

Shine  in  the  heart's  best  giving ; 
Trust  brings  the  power  of  sight, 

And  love  is  truest  living. 


SOMETIMES  the  heart  grows  weary 

Battling  against   earth's  wrong, 
Sometimes  the  feet  will  falter, 

Though  duty  calls  be   strong. 
Sometimes  the  eye  looks  downward, 

And  hope  seems  almost  fled, 
While  watcher  and  waiter  can  only  pray 

For  light,   when  truth  seems  dead. 

Yet  amid  the  seeming  and  doubting, 

Amid  all  the  wrong  and  the  fear, 
Stands  forever  the  love  of   the   Father, 

Shines  the  light  of   His  countenance  clear. 
For,  born  of   His  spirit,   men  conquer, 

And,   born  of   His  love,  men  win  ; 
His  truth  is  the  anthem  of  triumph, 

His   strength  is  the  victory  o'er  sin. 


Truth,   won  by  faith,   is  life's  glory, 

And  the  triumph,   'mid  doubt  and  despair, 
Crowns  with  power  the  eternal  unfolding 

Of  the  heights  and  the  depths  of  God's  care. 
Till  the  soul  in  its  glorious  freedom 

Transposes  all  power  as  divine, 
Finding  rest  in  the  infinite  oneness, 

And  on  earth  finding  life  is  sublime. 


i-Latitrr's  Song  anti  Storu 


THE  flowers  in  the  grasses  are  singing, 

Earth  hears   not  the'  song ; 
In  the  tree-tops  an  anthem   is  ringing, 

Birds  sweetly  the  notes  prolong. 

The  rocks  under  foot  are  repeating 

The  cry  of  the  stars  unheard, 
With  the  winds  and  the  seas  ever  beating- 

o 

A  chorus   in  unknown  word. 

While  the  sunshine  filled  with  the  splendor 

Of  that  beautiful  myst'ry  life, 
Ever  deep  in  the  heart  is  the  wonder 

At  the  very  absence  of  strife. 

Could  the  human  but   hear  nature's  story, 
Told  by  the  flower,   star,  or  stone, 

And  their  wonderful  love-songs  of  glory, 
He  would  make  them   ever  his  own. 


I   HAVE  read  thy  poem  tender 

Of  gray  eyes'   soft  light, 
And   of   snowy   christening  glory, 

Crown   of  hair   so   white  ; 

And  thy  lines   in   sweetest   music 

Tuned  the  air  and  sea, 
Till  the   earth   seemed  only  harp-strings, 

Whispering  love  to  thee. 

Just   the   flowing,   silvery  cadence 

Of   love's   song  divine  ; 
Just  the   burst   in   soul   uplifting 

Of  love's  thought   sublime  ; 

Rippling  melody  of  heart-chimes, 

Given  by  love  unseen, 
Pulses   sweet   of   soul   unbounded, 

Hope  waves   of  a  dream. 


Faithful  is  love's  gentle  memory, 

Weaving  holy  strain, 
Brighter  earth  for  such  pure  singing  ; 


Seeming  loss  is  gain. 


And  the  sea  of  stars  give  answer, 

I,  thy  love,  am  free, 
But  my  freedom  binds  me  closer, 

Closer,  love,  to  thee. 

And  the  same  deep,  wondrous  love-link, 

Wide  as  crystal  sea, 
Will  gather  in  the  longshore  line, 

And  bring  thy  love  to  thee. 


ILobc's 


O  UNIVERSE,   so  grand  ! 

The  whole  great  world   expand 

In  tenderness ; 
Born  of  thy  strength   divine, 
Caught   up  in   strains   sublime, 

Of  holiness. 

Thy  soul's  deep   heart-desire 
Fills  human  need  with  fire, 

Love's   clearest  light  ; 
Lifting  earth's   care-worn  child, 
Through  Thy  truth   all  undefiled, 

In  radiance  bright  ; 
Till  woe  and  sorrow  cease, 
That  cry  for  unknown  peace, 

Is  hushed  and  still, 
And   Christ's  own  healing  power, 
Like  clouds  of  joy  in  shower  — 

This  is  love's  will. 


fHrmorg 


'TWAS  a  day  to  be  remembered 

When  we  climbed  that  mountain  height, 
When   Corcovado  in  grandeur 

With  Tijuca  rose  in   sight  ; 
Sister  ranges  robed  in  splendor, 

Peaks  few  rival  mountains  know, 
There,  amid  the  southern  breezes, 

Where  Janeiro's  mild  winds  blow. 

Air  and  earth  were  heavy  laden 

With   the  fruits'   own  rich  perfume, 
And  the  rising  sun  rays  melted 

Into   dreams   of  golden  tune. 
Subtle  as  the  Eden  glories 

Stole  their  beauty  o'er  our  soul, 
While  with  gentle  lope  the  horses 

Bore  us  onward  to  our  goal. 


Baffled  is  all  speech  in  telling 

Of  the  varied  landscape  glow; 
Baffled  is  all  thought   and  feeling 

As   we  gaze  on  scenes   below ; 
Silenced,   deep  in  meditation, 

Leave  we  all   our  world  behind, 
As  if  rising  higher  compelled  us 

More  to   reverence  nature's   kind. 

Still  we  journey   on  and  upward, 

When,   behold,   I   am  alone, 
Comes   no  answer  to  my  shouting 

Save  the  echoes   of  my  own. 
Visions  wild  of  mangled  horseman  — 

Terror  filled   both  heart   and  brain  ; 
Quickly   I   retraced   the  pathway, 

Round  steep   curves   my  horse  did  rein. 

There  to   find  my   fears   outwitted 

By  the   steed  who  fell   behind, 
All   undaunted  pressed  we  forward, 

With   uplifted   heart   and   mind. 
Horse  and  man   took  friendly  parting, 

For  the  roadway  fast   grew  steep, 
Still   Tijuca's   rocky  summit 

Seemed   stretched   into  vaulted   deep. 


High  and  grim  in  stern  defiance 

Towered  the  battling  walls  above, 
But  not  stronger  than  our  courage, 

And  not  grander  than   our  love. 
Grasped  we  firm   those   chains  of  iron 

Niched  into  that   rocky   side, 
Till,   appalled,   we   stood   triumphant, 

Trembling,   weak,   from   very  pride. 

There   protected   from   the   sun   rays, 

Under  bush,   and   brake,   and  fern, 
Dreamed   we  of  old   Rio's   offing, 

Dreamed   of   love   and   our  return. 
All   too   soon   our   drearn   was   over, 

And  the   swing  of  spreading  sail 
Beckoned,  till   our   faltering  footsteps 

Bore  us  down  midst  heaven's  veil. 

Oh,  the  memory  is  entrancing, 

Heaven   itself  seems   resting  there  ; 
Nor  can  future  hold  more  splendor, 

Nor  dream  visions  be  more  fair. 
Even  though  life  is  wrapt   in   sorrow, 

Veiled  in  clouds  of  saddest  pain, 
Yet  Tijuca's  mountain  glory 

Speaks  love's  paradise  again. 


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IF  we  follow  the  right   God's  way  we  shall   see, 
From  day  unto  day  in  the  guidance  of  heaven  ; 

If  we  live  near  his  love  our  worship  will   be 
A  trust  so  divine,  and  all   else  that  is  given 

But  unites  man  to   God,  a  bond  never  riven, 
And  the  truth  that  sets  free. 


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